The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 444 - 131: The Fierce Power of Ying Long

Chapter 444: Chapter 131: The Fierce Power of Ying Long

"Brother!"

Furious, Zhao Gongming and the others who were watching from a distance immediately flew to Duobao’s rescue, and at the same time, unleashed various Spiritual Treasures from their hands, directly attacking Chi Bao.

"Ha ha ha, can’t beat one so you all gang up? This is all the Saint Disciples amount to!" Suddenly, a wild roar came from afar. A dozen or so Great Witches, nearing a thousand zhang high, burst out from the Jiuli Army. Each one of them had bulging muscles, exuding a surging Blood Qi Power.

"Brothers, fight on your own! Slay all these hypocritical little bulls here!" Among the group of Great Witches, the leading one had a snake’s body and nine heads, spitting out terrifying floods that pierced through the Cangqiong.

The Jiuli Army below, far from being drowned by this flood, actually became more vigorous. The wounds they had received earlier from the Qing chariot healed instantly.

Looking back at the Chen Capital Camp, they were utterly unlucky. Anyone touched by the flood was immediately invaded by the water in their bodies and died on the spot.

Moreover, with the raging fires, fierce thunder, and hurricanes spread by the other Great Witches... even though they were protected by the immortals of Jie Sect, it was like throwing a cup of water on a cartload of firewood.

The Chen Capital Camp, having just gathered tens of millions, crumbled in less than a quarter of an hour, with seven out of ten gone.

Xuanyuan had no choice but to order a retreat. The Chen Capital Camp, fleeing for their lives, were retreating while fighting, having been pushed back into the Chen Capital Camp.

Looking at the pursuers behind him, as well as the fearsome onslaught of thunder, fire, and floods, Xuanyuan suddenly felt an unprecedented despair well up in his heart, crying out, "Heaven gave birth to me to prosper my people, why would it now destroy my clan? I, Xuanyuan, am willing to sacrifice myself for the living chance of the Human Clan!"

Somehow, Xuanyuan’s voice managed to penetrate the shackles of time and space and reached across the entire Huaxia Land.

No matter where they were, regardless of their race, everyone was pierced to the core by this desperate and mournful voice.

"I, Xuanyuan, am willing to sacrifice myself for the living chance of the Human Clan!"

The hollow echo of despair, the dirge of Huaxia! The sorrowful oath moved all of the Huaxia Hundred Clans.

For a moment, the entire Chen Capital Camp, as well as the entire Inland Human Clan, began to feel grief, and for the first time, the Huaxia Land was enveloped in an air of despair.

Looking at the Jiuli Army, despite only having just over a million, their momentum was overwhelming.

Chi You took the lead, with the Tiger Spirit Divine Axe in his hand swinging wildly. Each axe slain took the lives of dozens of the Human Clan, and for a time, the entire Zulu Field turned into a river of blood, filled with the corpses of the two armies, piling up like mountains, the stench soaring to the sky.

Three Pure Ones Hall in East Kunlun Mountain.

"Damn Witch Tribe, we should never have listened to you and spared them!" Tongtian, fuming with rage, glared at Li Qingming, his eyes full of resentment.

Li Qingming’s face was also solemn as he sighed lowly, "Master Uncle, this is not the fault of the Witch Tribe but Chi You’s over cunning. Falsely passing on my words with Houtu, he incited the Great Witches of the Ancestral Witch Hall to slaughter the Human Clan’s army! These Great Witches have their faults, but they do not deserve death."

Tongtian let out a cold laugh and said, "Qingmingzi, the war has developed to this point, do you not want to do something?"

Li Qingming pondered for a while before responding, "Fine, then I will lock all these Great Witches in the Ancestral Witch Hall, never to emerge!"

Primordial glanced at the expressionless Laozi and said, "Qingmingzi, let that Chi Bao perish then!"

Li Qingming knew that this would at least constitute an explanation to the Human Clan, so he nodded slightly, "This Chi Bao has already massacred millions in the Chen Capital Camp and now has even defied logic to incite the Great Witches to bring down disasters; it is right that he should die!"

Laozi lifted his eyelids and looked at Li Qingming, saying, "Make your move!"

Li Qingming nodded, his figure gradually becoming ethereal, directly blending into the Void.

Nine Netherworld.

Several Great Witches sat in the Earth Palace, looking up at the Water Mirror in the hall, clenching their fists and tearing up.

"Damn Chi You, how dare he provoke Marquis of Wind and his brothers to secretly leave the Ancestral Witch Hall to massacre the Human Clan!" Xingtian hammered the ground fiercely, his ferocious face filled with Evil Qi.

"Your Majesty, this Chi You disregards the command of the former Saint, slandered Lord Qingming, forced his way through Reincarnation, and even intensified his convincing of our Great Witches to massacre the Human Clan. Such a stubborn and obstinate being should indeed be stripped of his Cultivation, expelled from the Witch Tribe, and eternally imprisoned in the Eighteen Layers of Hell!" Qing Tuo stepped forward two paces, kneeling on one knee in front of Houtu, saying coldly.

Houtu, in a goose-yellow skirt, lightly lifted her eyebrows and looked at the other Great Witches, "What do you all think of this matter?"

Great Witch Kua Fu, who always had a deep relationship with Chi You, stood up and said, "Your Majesty, although Chi You has repeatedly violated Clan rules, in the end, he was considering the welfare of our Witch Tribe. If we can unify Huaxia Heaven and Earth, our Witch Tribe can surely return to the world!"

"Kua Fu, do you mean to say that the Human Clan deserves to die in your eyes?" Qing Tuo stood up abruptly, glaring angrily at Kua Fu.

Kua Fu’s face turned red, stammering, "This, this..."

Just then, Houtu suddenly frowned slightly and spoke into the empty hall, "Since you have come, why not show yourself?"

Cui Yu, with a gloomy face and dressed in a black official robe, stepped out from the corner of the grand hall.

Sweeping his gaze over the assembly of Great Witches in the hall, Cui Yu’s eyes settled on Houtu: "By my command, for Chi You’s actions that have disrupted the harmony of Heaven, his cultivation shall be stripped away, and he shall be eternally imprisoned in the Nineteenth Level of Hell. As for the remaining Great Witches, apart from Chi Bao who has perished, all shall be locked within the Ancestral Witch Hall, never to emerge again!"

"Sss!"

The entire Witch Tribe drew in a shocked breath as one.

The Nineteenth Level of Hell, what place was that? No one knew what lay inside; since the inception of the Earthly Palace, no one had ever been confined there.

The Great Witches had only heard Houtu mention it before—that even Saints would feel a chill to their very bones upon entering the Nineteenth Level of Hell. Such a horrific space chosen to detain Chi You clearly showed that he had thoroughly enraged Li Qingming.

Houtu sighed faintly, saying, "Little sister understands."

Cui Yu nodded and turned to leave.

At this moment, at Zulu Field, the Chen Capital Camp had been decimated by another tenth, and the remaining soldiers all showed signs of exhaustion, yet the fighting spirit in their eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

The sounds of battle were drawing nearer. Chi You bellowed arrogantly, "Ji Xuan Yuan, will you not come forth to embrace your death!"

Just then, the sky’s offensive suddenly emptied; the terrifying flood that had been raging like wild waves, along with the thundering storms, all vanished without a trace. Along with them, those dozen colossal Great Witches standing thousands of feet tall also disappeared.

Only Chi Bao was left behind, standing alone and isolated.

Their disappearance was so sudden, without any warning.

Chi You was violently shaken, and a sudden realization hit his heart—it was the work of a Saint. But an arrow once shot cannot be retracted. Now that matters had reached this point, one must succeed or die trying.

Staring intently at the remaining 2 million plus soldiers of the Chen Capital Camp, Chi You roared, "Brother Chi Bao, make haste and annihilate these humans! With Xuanyuan’s death and the Chen Capital Camp’s fall, our Jiuli Clan shall rightfully become the Imperial Family. Then, the Witch Tribe shall dominate over China, unifying All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds!"

Chi Bao burst into laughter and proclaimed, "Haha, you ants! When you go to Hell, don’t forget to mention my name; even King Yan will take good care of you!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Chi Bao summoned a swath of fiery red clouds—almost identical to the flames that had appeared just before—to descend upon the mortal world again.

At that moment, Zulu Field had truly transformed into an earthly Purgatory, with severed limbs and deep-red chunks of flesh everywhere.

Xuanyuan, in utter despair, closed his eyes and sighed, "Heaven seeks my demise!"

Just as the flames were about to fall upon the Chen Capital Camp, thunder rolled across the sky and an angry roar echoed, "Insolent Witch Tribe child, restrain your arrogance! Let I, Ying Long of the Dragon Clan, meet you for combat!"

With those words, a miles-long giant dragon, glistening with golden light, emerged from the clouds, its huge, ferocious maw gaping wide as an immeasurable aura of dominance unabashedly dispersed around it.

"Whoosh!"

A cloudburst drenched the battlefield, initially extinguishing the fire clouds and then submerging the Jiuli Army. The Jiuli Clan was unprepared for such an event and got swept away by the deluge.

The formidable resistance that had recently been so effective seemed to falter, and around half of the Jiuli clanspeople drowned in these cataclysmic floods. This massive body of water, like an insurmountable barrier, separated the Jiuli Army from the Chen Capital Camp, lingering endlessly.

"Where does this mud loach think it’s from, daring to oppose my Witch Tribe?" Chi Bao looked up to the sky in a fiery rage, repeatedly waving his hands and launching blazing torrents of flame, like cannonballs, at Ying Long.

"You, a mere mid-stage Great Witch, dare to clash with me? Go to hell!" Ying Long, fixated on the incoming waves of flame, opened its mouth and exhaled a gust of drab Dragon Breath, instantly extinguishing the flames and, without losing momentum, aimed straight for Chi Bao’s spiritual apex.

Chi Bao’s expression shifted slightly. After several clashes, he had almost exhausted his Fire Element Rule Power, and all he had left was the meager force of his Blood Qi Power.

"Rise!" Left with no choice, Chi Bao’s muscles tensed, and his body glowed a fierce red as the Nine Revolutions Mystical Technique wildly churned within him. Strands of golden Tao Runes burst forth from his skin.

"Ssst!"

The drab Dragon Breath hit Chi Bao’s spiritual apex without any hindrance. A mist rose up as the breath turned to vapor, dissipating into the void.

Seeing Chi Bao unharmed, Ying Long paused for a moment, then brandished a cold smile. Its mouth expelled a long knife flickering with azure light. With a slight gesture of its massive claws, it viciously slashed towards Chi Bao.

The knife cut through the air, devoid of dazzling radiance or overwhelming force, merely a seemingly sharp long knife.

Chi Bao sneered contemptuously, "Do you mud loach really think that just a long knife can penetrate my Nine Revolutions Mystical Technique?"

Ying Long’s expression remained stern, wordless. Only the relentless ferocity in its eyes grew ever denser.

As the long knife cleaved through the air, a tiny azure dragon glimpsed out from the blade, slipping away in a flash.

"Thud!"

The tiny dragon slithered over Chi Bao’s neck, the long knife closely following. With a soft sound, Chi Bao’s head abruptly fell, his lower half violently burst open, and then the upper part crumbled inch by inch into a blood mist. This sight was horrifying to behold.

Chi Bao’s head, as it dropped to the ground, eyes wide open and mouth agape, carried a faint voice through the sky, "What a ... magnificent ... Great Dragon ... Knife ..." (To be continued. If you enjoy this story, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your vote of recommendation and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)